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Deadly Intentions

Deadly Intentions

Dead.
With the rotting one below.
Live.
Leaving the one who died.
You. Lie. You.
Rotting as one.
Destiny comes.
Dying of this fear.
Death is the one.
Now he has come.
Dying.
The body's crying.
You.
 
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Blood Soaked

Blood Soaked

Rot your soul to live.
Death I've seen beyond.
Killing the darkest time.
Rotting out the chains.
Darkness falls unto.
Ready the golden child.
Pain evolves this way.
Killing the darkest time.
Time.
Darkest time.
Liar.
You lying in the bottom grave, soul.
Dying in the bottom, lie. Lie.
Lying in the bottom to hide.
To hide.
 
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Stinkupuss

Stinkupuss

Here.
Lie alone.
Death will come to rot your soul.
Glories leaving you at the plow.
Rotting
 
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Find The Arise

Find The Arise

[demo version - Remastered edition ('97) bonus]

Go.
Find the arise.
Kill at first sight.

Fight.
Live through the hell.
War is our prize.
Twisting their minds.
Kill at first sight.

Lookout.
Find the arise.
Kill at first sight.
 
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Like The Dead

Like The Dead

[demo version - Remastered edition ('97) bonus]

Live like the dead.
We find what its like to rise.
We die to create.
We will not wait.
Attack.

We see what its like to rise.
You to protect.
We see to invade.
The night of those on fire.
 
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Infected

Infected

Rot beneath below.
Killing the chance denied.
The rotting of the soul.
The pain denies the soul.

Even after falling.
The killing gently.
Dissection of the light.
The rotting of the soul.

The pain realize the wounds.
Leaving of your soul. It lives.
You light the soul.
Killing the ones they save.
The rotting of the soul.

Dying of the pain.
Killing of the soul, it rots.

Killing, send you to your grave.
Dying, soon the one they save.
Tearing, rid you of your limbs.
Infection soon, infection soon sets in.
Peeling, rid you of your skin.

Infection [X2]

Coming, soon the end of life.
Dying, cure you of infliction.
 
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Body Bag

Body Bag

You're rising.
killing of the dead.
Body in the shadow.
Calling of the dead.

You're dying.
Live beyond the way.
Falling through the gates.
Scavenge you, with the darkening light.

Through the falling going low
To the death of those, the dying.

We're dying.
Healing of the one.
Falling of the days.
Charring in the sun.

We're dying.
Killing of the need.
Violence of the ways.
Slowly bleed.

Killing for the need.
You're fallen dead.
Rising of the dead.
With the fallen ways.

Rising from the dead, with you.
The killing for the need.
The darkened light.

The rising of the dead.
The glories killed.
Rising from the dead
With the darkened light.
 
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Chopped In Half

Chopped In Half

Chopped in half.
Feel the blood spill from your mouth.
With rotting ways comes destiny.
Feel the soul taking over.
Bleed.

Chopped in half.
Feel the blood spill from your mouth.
With rotting ways comes destiny.
Feel the soul taking over.
Bleed.
 
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Circle Of The Tyrants

Circle Of The Tyrants

[Written by Celtic Frost]

The battle is over
And the sands drunk the blood.
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusions.

Circle of the tyrants.

The immortality of the gods.
Sits their side.
As they leave the walls behind.
To reach the jewel's gleam.

Circle of the tyrants.

The days have come when the steel will rule
And upon his head a crown of gold.
Your hand wields the might.
The tyrant's the precursor.
You carry the will as the morning is near.

I sing the ballads of victory and defeat.
I hear the tales of frozen mystery.
Your hand wields the might.
The tyrants the precursor.
You carry the will as the morning is near.

The intensive gleam.
The new kingdoms rise by the circle of the tyrants.
In the land of darkness.
The warrior that was me.

Grotesque glory.
None will ever see them fall.
And hunts and wars are like everlasting shadows.
Where the winds cannot reach the tyrants might was born.
And as I often look back with tears in my eyes.

Grotesque glory.
None will ever see them fall.
And hunts and wars are like ever lasting shadows.
Their distant call.
 
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Dying

Dying

We're dying for our souls to learn.
We're dying for our souls to burn.
We're dying for our souls to learn.
We're dying.
 
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